I miss talking to you, you know? *rueful* After all that. That's what they say in stories, isn't it, that it's the little things that matter, in the end. Things like: we baked pie for thanksgiving! (Thanksgiving, what a wonderful name for a holiday. Someone told me that in Chinese it's gan en jie. There were about 10 of us at the dinner table and maybe 2 Americans and at the beginning of the meal the host (a Yugoslav herself) said, shall we say something? give thanks? and we all looked at each other.) Or: they've wrapped the trees in fairylights and if I stand up now I can see them outside the window, all golden and enchanted. Or: when asked what he thought about Freud, Max Beerbohm replied, 'A tense and peculiar family, the Oedipuses, were they not?' Or: I have egg and sweetcorn pudding leftovers. I think you'd like it; you like sweetcorn don't you? I have half a tray of it in my room still. Or: I miss talking to you, you know?